upon a fireball
was a hassle, pure adrenaline. on occasion, another, pure composure. secrets
are ramped, intelligence is segued, mind/heart is power. a man leaves home, he
receives blessings, he finds his soul flinching through atmospheres,
unflinching with time, a certain cautious perception. an inner conference,
filled with orchards, self-talk is enormous; to expect life’s gifts, to sense
resistance, to become resilient—not by chase, rather circumstance, even
manipulative. one must be careful; a deceitful disposition might ruin an otherwise
modest reputation.
a
woman, even her adolescence, is charmed by esoteria; she joins a group, they
form an agreement, they see fruition in fires. each becomes renowned. each
flirt with higher energies. each find a way to die; for deeper into depths and
darkness dwells light—this is human behavior; as immortal karma, so
unfair, insomuch as, ancestors left a debt.
I see a maiden, a
maid looking woman, with a bandana, a scarf, a waist garment; seeming scarce on
passion, more into gesticulation, each one with a purpose. a darker skinned
woman—a chair behind her—leaning over as if she would sit at any moment: a
broom, a type of carpet, boring into the outskirts of the vision. I can’t see
the location; her dress is burgundy—with faded round dots on it. her hair comes
out a little, around the circumference, her eyes are hidden. she just moved,
she is mopping, aside for color, she looks like a cartoon character, an opening
act, Carol Burnett—the floor is dirty, thick slimy dirt, grounded into the
floor, she flings a bucket of muddy water—she has become immoveable—growing bigger,
she vanishes out of the screen.
